I make up stories to survive
and paint them in my bright blue vibe,
remembered thoughts form yesterday
eyes that smiled before they went away,
like that evening on our deck someday
long before the hair turned gray…

I loved a girl and she loved me back
but why were I so sweetly sad
it must’ve been a void I truly had
for I woke up, it was too late…

I shall remember you
as the days we danced and the moon,
the tram 28 and narrow paved roads
you showed me but I could not see
blind to the light that shone in me…

Azulejos, to give life to walls
one poem may reach your soul,
the evening was sad the evening was cold
but not as much as the last words she’s said…

It’s music that runs through me
an old lady singing,
she knows my heart like the back of her hand
not in the words she spells
nor wrinkled notes on her head,
for poetry is one lonely friend…